poetry other than yoursA Poem by m.s.earlysome nights there is nothing more than her on my mindwhat use to write of anything other? sapid verses prevented recitation by my clutching throat in retaliation; no sufferable mentions, but of thee my lover. no use! no use! will alleviation service me? this night I fear your touch does evade, thou absent kiss, a distant renegade; solicitude has enervated me this eve. lovesick retching in anxiety assailing, fear another motif will not meet my pen until our lips have duly banded (if even then), thou lips and voice unwontedly prevailing; perhaps no other verse shall I ever write again, poetry other than yours wrought but not availing.
© 2014 m.s.early
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Added on February 17, 2014Last Updated on February 17, 2014 Authorm.s.earlyVAAbout"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..Writing
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